Life in LA is expensive and the savvy gal has to learn which corners to cut. A few years and 9 inches of hair ago, I learned the disastrous way that discount hairstylists were not the way to go. I mean, when your dad tells you it looks like someone came at you with a weed wacker and that he will try to fix it with the kitchen scissors… well, that’s hard to recover from.
What I always forget now is that the price of drying my freshly cropped locks is built in to the $60 I shell out. One person did not forget this though. She’s apparently better at penny pinching than I am, and listening to her book a hair appointment was one of the highlights of my eavesdropping career. Scratch that; it is THE HIGHLIGHT and it went exactly like this:
“Yes, hello? I’d like to schedule a haircut for next Wednesday.”
(pause for Charlie Brown’s teacher to WahWahWahhh on the other line)
“Uh huh…6:30 will be perfect. And how much will it be?”
(an exorbitant amount is apparently mentioned)
“Oh! Um, ok. Well how much do you charge for the blow job portion?”
(god only knows what the person on the other line is thinking as they quote the cost)
“Excellent. I would NOT like to schedule the blow job then. Can you make a note of that? That I don’t want the blow job?”
Noted.
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Oh. My. God. The Blow Job portion.
Well, lord knows no self-respecting girl should EVER pay for a blow job. At the very least, it should be the other way around.
Wow, I think we both know that the person having this conversation would MOST DEFINITELY have to pay for a blow job. Poor thing.
Oh my gosh Sar, I am crying laughing so hard right now! Miss you!
Love Shan
So, what you're saying is that a blow job isn't automatically included in a regular hair appointment? Hmmm . . . I have to make a phone call to Great Clips.
Haha! I love it when you re-tell this story. If I remember correctly, so do mom and dad.
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